"You have five minutes," Cain threatened in a low voice, his plain words filled with a chilling intent to kill!
"For Cain, the significance of the Blood Cross Emblem was not limited to the authority of the Dark Council but held a deeper meaning.
"Master, spare my life, Ancestor, spare my life! The piece of Blood Cross Emblem that belonged to me was indeed lost in battle!"
The Bloodline Prince knelt on the ground hurriedly, bowing constantly while frantically defending himself.
"Do you understand, each Blood Cross Emblem is more valuable than the Dark Council itself! Go search for it immediately, no matter the cost, I must see the final Blood Cross Emblem!"
Cain, abandoning his usual noble demeanor, glared with eyes nearly splitting, screaming at the Dark Council's Disciples like a desperado who had lost his last straw for survival!
Seeing such a drastic change in Cain, the Thirteen Disciples felt a sudden dread in their hearts, glaring at the Prince who lost the Emblem!
